Ascension from the Depths
I won't forget, I really won't forget, I can't.
My subconscious is swimming.
My consciousness soothed,
I have buried deep down,
the black and the blues.
In a new world,
I have forgotten,
I felt warmth on my skin,
I heard waves in the distance,
this is how it begins.
My eyes are opened to the light,
with thoughts that led to thinking, "there is something more."
Floating above, it all becomes too much,
the thought, the waves, bluish greens,
cooling, warming, all-encompassing, wet.
Moving all around me and within me,
is this ocean dipped in light;
I am surrounded with bursts of promise.
Zephyrs,
Winds met by the waves,
crashing in opposition where they meet;
Swarms of bubbles, and bits of breath,
trickle down through this body of water,
where I exist.
So great in number are these,
that they turn the perceived colors of bluish green,
to translucent white.
The sound of all this motion muffled,
yet consistent and soothing;
Closing eyes, I am a part of it.
Sounds of nature mimicking in utero moments,
and taking a comforting disposition.
Still there is light, I see light.
The rays are constant as they bend and flex,
and they are ever present,
I must get to them.
"Swim."
I realize now the solvent surrounding me isn't just moving,
it's moving me, I'm trapped, and I can no longer breathe.
"Swim," But I can't. Buried beneath.
"Swim," I instruct my muscles to move,
my limbs to respond,
my body to press against the waves,
and make my own way through.
It is to my own agitation, I am met with a strong resistance.
The body of water surrounding me,
unrelenting, unforgiving, and working against me;
as I work against it.
How differently I felt about where I was,
only moments ago,
before my awakening,
or perhaps during it.
Panic appears right on time,
and I fail to breathe.
I realize the ocean has taken me.
"Swim," You say swim,
but everytime I try, I am met by my failure,
my fear, and my anxious waning breath.
"Swim," but, I must breathe!
"No, you must swim!"
Swim to breathe,
making sense of the senseless.
Regardless of emotional depths,
I must catch it, this breath.
Until I swim,
I won't have much left.
I focus again,
on those bending and flexing rays.
I follow them,
from their origin;
to their destination.
I see where they will lead me,
to something more, to safety,
and I let go allowing the current to take me.
For my surrender,
my lungs are rewarded with sweet breath,
and I,
I am awake once again.